Thoughts in overdose 🎧 (Marcella Boccia)
I drink from the cup of thoughtuntil the edges bleed into the void,swallowed by the flood of voicesthat speak louder than silence,louder than love,louder than the beating of my heartagainst the cage of my chest.Too many thoughts,too many roads winding in circles,each one a path to nowhere,each one a siren’s callthat pulls me deeper into the storm.I am lost in the overdose,drowning in the weight of my own mind—a heavy, suffocating tidethat never recedes.I think too much,but what does it mean to thinkwhen the thoughts have no edges,when the mind is a labyrinthw unraveling,lost in a sea of endless reflectionsthat never stop crashing?Tell me, do you feel it too?The thoughts in overdose,the chaos of too muchand not enough,the space between breathswhere we cease to existbut continue to burn.
